I've just got news that my neighbour was getting married and is having his wedding dinner at his place during the following weekends. Nobody wanted to go, so i went with my brother, Ernest. Apparently, my grandmother and my mother wouldn't plan to go there after the wedding dinner they had the previous year. Food was so limited, theme was all malay because their family were malays too. During the previous wedding they had, We felt like we were the only chinese's there was in the dinner. One thing for sure is that, they're so filthy rich that they built a bridge from his house connecting to his brothers and it was astonishing to see how the decorated bridge turned up to be. This years was a little more disappointing. Nothing amazingly new. It was just the food which gave me an experience of exotic malay cuisine. Even the rice was perfectly made with some spices cooked with it. Dishes were all meat meat meat and it would be sad to see a vegetarian attending the dinner. boohoo. Fact of why my brother and i went there was because we just wanted to try malay cuisine, because my parents, as typical chineses, doesn't like other food but chinese's. Chinese food, chinese food, chinese food, every day and night, chinese food, nothing else. well actually... not really, my brother and i just wanted food. food is life, life is food. foodgasm. bye.